บททั้งหมดของ I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY": บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

ANNALISE/LISA... I stood frozen, my mouth dry, my mind a tangled mess. I knew there was an expectation for me to say something, but every instinct told me to remain silent. The air around us felt heavy, thick with tension, as if the world itself were holding its breath. My heart pounded violently in my chest, a relentless drum echoing in my ears. Words—simple, ordinary words—refused to form. All I could do was watch, rooted to the spot, feeling both helpless and exposed. Suddenly, a sharp noise cut through the quiet, snapping our attention to the driveway. The sound of raised voices, angry and urgent, carried clearly even from where we stood. My stomach tightened as a sinking feeling spread through me—someone had come to see Sophia, and whatever it was, it wasn’t going well. “I can’t believe you followed me home, Ethan! Are you out of your mind?” Sophia’s voice rang out, trembling with fury and disbelief. “Get out of my housr!” she added, her words snapping like whips in the

ANNALISE/LISA The moment my eyes met Ethan’s, my chest tightened violently, as if some unseen hand had wrapped itself around my ribs and refused to let go. Time slowed for a heartbeat, then accelerated in a rush that left me dizzy and unsteady. He was Sam’s best friend. And that meant everything I had been running from—every memory I had tried to bury—was suddenly standing right in front of me, staring back with a calm intensity that made my skin crawl. I could feel panic bubbling in my chest, a hot, suffocating wave that I struggled to contain. My throat constricted, my stomach dropped, and a thousand frantic thoughts collided in my mind at once. I couldn’t—no, I wouldn’t—let him see me like this. I didn’t wait for words, didn’t allow the small part of me that wanted to run and hide to negotiate. My feet moved before my mind fully caught up, and I turned sharply, the click of my heels against the polished hardwood echoing through the house like a warning. My heart threatened to bur

ANNALISE/LISASophia was crying so much that it was painful to watch. Her shoulders shook with each breath, and the sound of her quiet sobs filled the room. She kept wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, but the tears kept coming, as if the sadness inside her had finally found a way out and refused to stop.I sat beside her on the couch, close enough to let her know she wasn’t alone. Slowly, I placed my hand on her shoulder and rubbed it gently, hoping the small gesture would calm her even a little.“You are going to be okay, alright?” I said softly. “Just calm down.”She tried to breathe normally, but every breath still trembled. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked completely exhausted.“You know… it’s been a messy last couple of days,” Sophia said between breaths. Her voice sounded fragile, like she was afraid that if she spoke too loudly she might break down again. “I’m sorry if I seem to be doing too much.”I immediately shook my head.“You’re not, darling,” I sai

SAM The silence Elena left behind felt heavier than any argument we had ever had. I stood in the middle of the living room long after she walked away, staring at the hallway where she had disappeared. Part of me expected her to return. I imagined her stepping back into the room with that stubborn look in her eyes, telling me she had overreacted or that she had not meant the things she said. But she did not come back. The house remained quiet. It was the kind of silence that presses against your ears until your own breathing sounds unnaturally loud. I slowly dragged my hand across my face. The exhaustion sitting in my body felt bone-deep. My temple throbbed faintly where the bruise from the accident had not yet fully faded. The doctor had told me several times that I needed rest, but rest felt impossible tonight. My mind refused to be still. Instead, it replayed Elena’s words over and over again. Sell Annalise’s company. The sentence echoed through my thoughts like a hammer

ANNALISE / LISA “You can’t see the bride in her gown before the wedding day. It’s bad luck,” Sophia said, her voice carrying that careful mix of excitement and authority as she circled around me, her fingers lightly adjusting the folds of my dress. The fabric whispered against my skin, soft and expensive and suffocating all at once. From the doorway, Aiden let out a quiet scoff, the sound cutting through the room like something deliberately placed. “Oh, you actually believe in that superstitious stuff?” Sophia didn’t even pause. “It’s not superstition,” she replied sharply, smoothing down the side of the gown with more force than necessary. “Now please, leave. Alright?” There was a beat of silence, the kind that always stretched just a second too long when Aiden was deciding whether to push things further. Then he chuckled under his breath. “Okay,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the smirk on his face never faded. “Not like I care that much.” His eyes fli